Ki Savo

 בס״ד

Ki Savo

My bikurim rest in the Kohen’s hands,

In the place You established Your shrine,

I tell him: “Your G-d promised me this land”,

Which is odd, because aren’t You mine?

But next I recount a time that has past,

Before we had entered our land,

Then call out to our G-d, and offer a tithe,

From the gifts of Your generous hand.

In truth, are we not all gerim of a kind,

Till we recognize all that You’ve given,

The milk and the honey and all that abounds,

In the land that You brought us to live in?

Now as Elul goes by, and Tishrei comes near,

From what are the tithes that we’ll bring?

Our first fruits are our acts of mashpia lishma,

 And we’ll offer these up to our King.